A Beautiful Morning

Today Missy and Mister slept in until 6:15am! It was GREAT. With Grams back in Illinois, the doggies have been relocated into the bedroom for the night. It keeps them from hearing every little noise anyone makes outside. I drag Mister's crate inside and he sleeps in his little bed. Missy sleeps in the bed with me as always. It was nice to all be in the same room snug as three bugs.

So after our pee poop walk and feeding time, they wanted to play with each other for a little bit. So I grabbed my pillow and laid out on the couch while they ran around. After a few minutes they were done with that and wanted to be on me instead. They both climbed up on the couch and the three of us watched the sun rise. It's the first time I've watched the sun come up like that in ages. And it was the first time I've ever done it with anyone that loved me. What a beautiful morning it's been!

Sleepy Heads

I mentioned a few days ago that after my 5am wake up call and dog walk, I feed Missy and Mister and then it's back to bed.... well it's not always exactly back to bed. Sometimes it nap on the couch and hope they be quiet.

Apparently they were being quiet this morning.

I'm starting to notice Grams is pretty good at snapping pictures.

Peed On, Again

If you are new to the dog blog I apologize for all of the pee and poop references. For everyone else, well you should be use to it by now.

Mister peed on me, AGAIN this morning. This time he waited until I had already showered and was in my work clothes before he got me. I think Missy literally excited the pee right out of him. Those two love to play. They run around the apartment all the time. It was in middle of their running around that he got me. I went to break the two of them up for a minute, got in between them, picked him up, and out it came.... ALL. OVER.

Out to the grassy patch we went. I didn't even put his leash on. We just high tailed it out and I put him down until he finished. In the meantime, I had pee on my hand, skirt, sweater, pantyhose, pretty much everything other than my underwear. After we were done outside, he went into the crate, while I stripped down and changed. Missy just kept quiet underneath the bar stool. She was sad she lost her play buddy for a bit.

But the thing is what can you do? We're potty training and accidents happen, right? I mean he did it, I changed, we're working on it. Nothing else to do and you can't be mad at him. He doesn't understand that past about 6 seconds. So you move on.....

And then I was sitting at work looking over videos to put up on the website. The one about a cat saving its owner from a fire caught my eye. I thought, "Missy would do that, she'd wake me up in time.... yeah and then Mister could pee it out!" Always look on the bright side.

I Hate the Newspaper Dude

OK so the title of this blog might seem a bit extreme, hate is a word I probably throw around too much, so let me explain.

With Grams still in town there is a strict "no dogs in the bed" policy in effect. This means Mister sleeps in his crate and Missy sleeps in her chair, both out in the living room. This means they hear and see a lot more than if they were in the bedroom with the door closed like Grams and me. This is also why I hate the newspaper dude. Remember when I use to complain about Missy's wake up calls at 7am? Yeah the newspaper doesn't come quite that late in the day.....

5am is my new wake up time. I get up when they get up barking and wining, Its a quick trip down the stairs and out for a walk. Two pees and two poops later and we're back inside and its time to eat. One bowl of tiny bites for Mister and one bowl of big bites for Miss, water time and then its finally back to bed for this dogmom and her puparoos. And by back to bed of course I mean until the original wake up call at 7:15am when Missy is ready to take on the world.

Seriously newspaper dude, I'm convinced you are a stellar human being and if we met on the street I would say hi and maybe even throw you a high-five,  but you don't even deliver to me. Can you pull up down the block perhaps and creep up the stairs next time? Something tells me he'd still wake the dogs.

The Dogmom Moment

I've had a lot of random dog mom moments and feelings, but really nothing says dogmom moment quite like getting peed on. It's the first time I've ever been peed on by kid or dog. Missy, one is a little too big, and two she's a little too trained to do anything like that. But Mister, he is def another story. Peeing on me however, seemed a lot more acceptable than most of the accidents he's had in the house.

When he went on me it was as I was getting his collar and leash on him. Miss and Mister had been in their crates for a few hours... I'm thinking like three? three and a half? My mom and I had just come home from running a few errands. She was getting the Missaroo ready, I took care of Mister. Seconds into this adventure and I found myself saying, "Mom, I think he's peeing on me." I looked down at my pants, "yep, he def peed on me." I got him over to the mat near the door right away then outside. And in true dogmom fashion, made my way around the block with dog pee on my pants.

Needless to say, we are still in potty training mode.

Buds!

While this dog mom was hard at work, busting her hump to put a roof over their heads, here's how the doggies spent their day:

Ah! The good life! 

Proud Momma!